I hesitate to open the doors
to my past. I say, “I’ve lost
the keys!” The truth is I never
locked them. Now, I hear door
after door sticking as it opens.
-Byron Hoot
North/South brings Poets and Artists together to further encourage Poetry and the Arts in the Appalachian region and supports Reconnecting McDowell. For electronic/print publication information contact nosoappalachia@gmail.com
I am riding the wind, surveying the damage of the storm as if I’m a bird caught on the wind currents handed off like a baton in a relay race...
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